Let any fish who meets my gaze learn the true meaning of fear, for I am the harbinger of death. The bane of creatures subaqueous. My rod is true and unwavering. As I cast into the aquatic abyss, a man, scomed by this uncaring earth. I find solace on the stream. My only friend, the worm upon my hook, wriggling, writhing, struggling to surmount the mortal pointlessness that permeates this barren world. I am alone.
I am empty, and yet, I fish.
